"I'm talking from years of experience here, red. And the odds say, after meeting a great deal of asses in my life, there's definitely none as great as yours in this world."

Clint finished his little game on her back with the smallest of bites right on the curve of one delicious butt cheek and laid back down then. With his arm casually draped over Natasha's back, his fingertips could easily graze up and down her side, occasionally tugging a little on the side of her panties, but never enough to reveal even the smallest glimpse of skin to a possible audience.

Of course he had spotted all these small shivers on her skin where his lips had touched her and he would have loved to play that out a little longer, but sadly this was hardly the right surroundings for that. He'd just have to catch up later at length with that plan.

The increasing burning of his own skin especially on his back reminded him, he still had to get some oil there if he didn't want to sleep on his stomach tonight instead of any interesting activities. With an unnerved sigh, he reached for that bottle again and batted his eyelashes a little at Natasha.

"Can I bribe you with ice cream to get your hands on me?"